'Once there was a little boy who wouldn't say his prayers,
and when he went to bed at night away up stairs,
his mammy heard him holler and his daddy heard him bawl,
and when they turned the covers down, he wasn't there at all!
They searched him in the attic room and cubby hole and press
and even up the chimney flu and everywhere's I guess,
but all they ever found of him was just his pants and round-abouts,
and the goblins'll gitcha ef ya don't watch out!'
James Whitcomb Riley